"ehh" poems
*Umm...hey
May I ask,
If I even dare to,
Is it okay
If I touch you?...
No, No...
What are you
Thinking?
I didn't mean it
Like that...
I just want
To stroke your cheek,
Pat your back
Or something
Like that...
Ehh...?
It's really okay?
Well then...
I won't
Hold back...
I said
As I let my fingers
Run through your hair
Man...it's soft
Just like a newborn's...
I stroked your cheek
While looking
Into your eyes
And suddenly I
Found myself blushing...
Why was it
That I wanted
To touch you?
And why do I always smile
When I'm near you?...
The truth hit me
Like a lightning bolt
Finally after years
I discovered
That I was
In love...
I'm still looking
Into your eyes
And I feel that I
Had a raise
In my body temperature...
Longing to touch you
This time
In a not so decent way
I looked once more
Into your eyes
And then I said...
Umm...hey
Can I touch you?...
And if possible
Can you touch me
too?...
And is it okay
If I tell you
That I
Love you...?
Can we whisper
Soft words
To each other
And never let go
Of each others hands?...
Can we become
Old together?...
Just like the relationship
You have
With your minivan?...
But right now
Let's not speak
About the future
Let's just focus
On the here and now
And just enjoy
Each other....
'Cause all
That I want to do
Right now
Is to touch you
And feel your touch
On me too...
So I'll ask you
Once more
Is it okay
If I touch you?...*
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Give me a fresh *** of your nips.
Ehh?? Give me a ******* turnip!
I went to Peterborough, came from Marrakech,
Which one should I rip to flesh?
In summer I love to chew icicles,
Whatever! It’s to die for!
I rode a bike and had a stew,
Never mind this poem, go and have a poo.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC
Moons ago I smoked till the filter,
Drank Johnny’s backwash
And slept hungry.
How can you know an empty stomach,
Without dancing in Tampa for a buck fifty?
What’s for breakfast?
“cowboy killers.”
lunch I asked,
“Kentucky deluxe.”
Dinner?
“A bent Porto Rican kitten.”
But people are seasons
And springtime had come.
Now it’s easy, but still stiff.
In the end of the day.
ehh.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
If only i had a guitar and knew how to actually play it,
id sing u a song….
even tho im not the best singer.
Id play u a lullaby at night.
Id sing u a song to make u smile.
Id sing you a song just for fun.
A world without music is just EHH.
If only i had a guitar and knew how to actually play it, id write you a song&sing; it just to show how much u mean to me…
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
Just look at him .. I can tell he's been going to the gym.
******* out the shirt only underwear on so I can see "it".
He's so innocent psha more like conceited .
Looking around his room this might be hell for me right now, laying on his bed I'm telling the boys down stairs to calm down.
He's a friend! Not food
Back my lust down until it knows what do.... Well in this situations of course.
Ehh I feel like hannible with a torch!
Ready to burn everything that's keeping me from eating this friendship up with plea-sures.
So. Much shoes you got as I look around there is a hint that these blue roses on his window is making a sound of.....
Is he? Would he? Fuuuuuudge
God.... Please help me
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
How do you find it?
I don't know!
Why are you asking me?
Because you're me, you should really look into these things you know.
But if we start to look, people might ask questions, and we all know how much we enjoy lots of questions.
But "people" will think we're different if we don't get ourselves together.
Do we care?
I don't know do we?
I think we do.
I think we don't!
Well we seem to be at a bit of a road block here.
Seems that way.
Maybe we should start by addressing these odd little conversations we have in our head.
But then who will I talk to?
I don't know people?
But people are.....people!!
Yeah you're right, guess we're just good the way we are!
Right? Who needs all those "normal people" anyways.
Bet they don't think about dragons!
Bet they don't talk to themselves in third person either.....
Ehh you win some you lose some, better to die with a smile and enjoying life than to fake it for their sake.
You know what? I think I like you!
I think I like you as well.
<3
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
Wala akong ideya kung anong iguguhit ng mga kamay ko.
Wala akong maisip kung pano ko sisimulan to
Buti nalang nasa puso kita
Nasa puso kita para ikaw ang idradrawing ko.
Idradrawing ko
Ang magaganda **** mga mata na tila kumikinang pag nakikita kita.
Idradrawing ko ang babaeng tila minahal ko ng lubos ngunit..
Teka
Sandali lang
Hindi ko alam ehh
Hindi ko alam kung tama patong ginuguhit ko.
Hindi ko alam kung ipipilit ko pang itama ang mga maling linyang iginuhit ng mga kamay ko.
PEro minsan mahirap nang ipilit ang bagay na dina magbabago
Parang isang maling linyang binura mo pero makikita mo parin
Mahahalata mo parin
MAraramdaman mo parin
Ang mga pagkakamali.
Parang isang maling drawing na pilit **** binubura. Pero tangina wala akong pambura.
Siguro nga kailangan ko na din ng bagong papel
Siguro nga kailangan kona ding ihinto ang drawing na ito
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Never was a Walt sorta Kat, Though I do understand his works and his um desire which has a , distinct overlay into and onto my life, that **** But Ezra, oh Ezra Pound, See I never even read a lick of his words, but a Picture a dear and well, um, interesting situation friend possibly, we will get to that latter, but A friend Justin Williams did a picture in Art class of Ezra, a pointillism portrait. don't have the picture on this drive but here is the original picture he was copying and it is found here: titled "73: RICHARD AVEDON 1923-2004 Ezra Pound at the Home "
https://www.liveauctioneers.com/item/1901663_richard-avedon-1923-2004-ezra-pound-at-the-home
Now ever since I saw this photo of Ezra pound Ihaving a migraine, which we have in common , I just related, to what I saw, and it was far more than a black and white picture, I saw the hues and colors of a man who was truly troubled by a knowledge, and as "Jesus" Yeshua Immanuel said in the The Nag Hammadi
Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the All."
and this I understood in the anguish in the picture and a moment one is hard pressed to hide ones true pains.
so a taste of his work, for today was the first time I have ever read it by choice of actually seeking it out. though this picture is my avatar on my OS system. funny how things are. ehh?
A Girl - Poem by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Ezra Pound
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
I'd like to write,
but ehh...
I'll do it later.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Happy
Think happy
Think happy thoughts
Joy.
What is joy?
Joy is having friends and family
Ones who care about you
Who nurture you in your time of need
Yeah.
They want to see you grow
Soar high in the sky
Not try and hinder you
Nailing you to the ground damaging your wings
They wish to see you smile not frown
Dance around like your a child
Be yourself
That is joy correct or am I wrong
Ehh who cares that's still what I'm going to do
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
its hard to feel your hands, cause i feel the claws you hide ;
like lips with a serpents tongue i taste every lie you hide inside.
you want to be cuff but im already feeling tied,
and im already missing outside cause im locked up by your ways.
knowing that i love you only make my reflection feel betrayed.
every hour you speaking feels like the end of days
cause you filling me up with crack truth its an addictions in your eyes,
you see far to out, you make me wanna scream and shout,
how the **** im supposed to trust when you have commited crimes of the heart.
made many stop, had other lose their tempo,
you claiming that you love, im thinking your mentle,
and I have no doubt that you even realize, that real lies create real ties with fake tears, and loud cries, no wonder why im damaged and i cant find a way out.
im stuck in your ***** maze,
you keep luring me in,
i feel like such a fool, I keep caving in.
your thighs are too strong for my arms to pull away, instead the pull closer, but rough and enraged.
You don't know how much you poison lips are such an addiction.
Every kiss is a cut on the wrist, with a tungue that licks each incision.
Every night is just a shadowy vision.
Bites and holds, kissing every curve while i hold your body in submission.
gripping and thrusting to a point of panting.
pining you down while your legs lock around my waist, we fall together on the bed landing,
mending our spirits even if we far apart, the laws of attractions meets the laws of hearts,
no matter which loves and which hates,
one and both cant escape the need for each other,
differences are just bi polar similarities,
but in the end of the night..
both will want to be pleased.
-deep thought
9-12-14
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
a little bit messed up
a little bit exhausted
don't wanna be backup
don't want my vision distorted
by all these stupid emotions
been starting to act irrationally
anger acting up like explosions
laughter coming up ridiculously
wrong place, wrong time.
what the hell went wrong?
oh well.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 7:44 AM UTC
*“Eww who let her out of her cage?”
“She’s fatter in real life. LOL”
“That makeup makes her look like a clown.”
“Go die in a hole. Nobody wants you.”
“Go **** yourself already!”
“Wow hahaha you’re really stupid.”
“You’re 13? 13 hundred pounds, maybe.”
“Clutz.”
“Idiot:”
“You’re worthless. You’re not a good singer, a good dancer, or even good at math. All you do is read.”
“Jump off a bridge, do us all a favor.”
*****
“Go to hell.”
“You must hate yourself.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“Look, she’s crying! Hahaha”
“You’re ugly as ****
“Who’s ever gonna want you?”
“Oh, you’re crying? P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C!”
“She attempted suicide….ehh, she deserved it.”
“You’re such a failure. You couldn’t even **** yourself right.”*
And you wonder why I’m depressed
You wonder why I don’t eat
You wonder why I cut
You wonder why I wanna die
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Ever wondered…
Why Jerry is so smart
And Tom so unlucky?
Why Bugs Bunny has to say “ehh what’s up doc”
every time he wants to communicate?
Why Winnie The Pooh’s top doesn’t go over his belly?
Is it a crop top?
Why Daffy Duck has a white collar?
Why Pinky asks the same question all the time?
And why Brain always answers every **** time?
Why Snoopy has a lazy voice?
Why Fred bothers driving since he moves the car with his legs?
Why, why, why?
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
I feel like everyone is my enemy here.
They are all toying with me.
They are all facades.
None of it is real.
This 'love' and 'caring' ********
Even my saviour will be my killer.
There is no end to it.
I'm stuck in this prison,
A prison forever having its deadly grasps on me.
I don't even know any more.
Here I am,
Writing about my feels and thoughts,
But for what?
I wonder.
There is no one who will listen to me.
The silence suffocates me from within.
I, myself have grown pessimistic towards life.
There is just no end to lifes twisted games.
And everyone has a significant role to play.
I am my own actress in my twisted fate.
I feel as though I'm stuck and surrounded,
Surrounded by these 'frienemies'
I no longer feel,
As though I have a place where I belong...
A place where I can call home...
Ehh...
Such is life.
I just...
Feel lost.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
Will
U love me more
Today
Vouch
Amore
The ****
Love
En
Now
Touchness
Inticing
Ehh
****
Ahh.yumm
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
I have been sitting here for an hour
trying to figure out what to write
I've been sitting here crying
not knowing why
I have been sitting here tapping my fingers on the keyboard
like a crazy person trying to write a good poem
I'm avoiding people's messages
I'm avoiding listening to music
just to write a good poem
but this is all I got.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Well— Uh— Um— Yeah— Oh— Yeah?
—Hmm— Oh— Ehh— Umm— Oh— Really?
—Hmmm —Uh —Well —Really? —Yeah?
Oh? —Ehh— Umm— Yeah?— Um— Oh
—Oh —Eh —Uh —I —But— Um— Yeah
Oh yeah— Uh— Is— Oh— Really— Well
—Really? —Eh —Yeah —But— Uh— I—
Oh— Yeah— Umm— Uh— Umm— Oh?
Uh— Oh— Is— Oh yeah— Well— Um—
Yeah?— Well— So— Is— Uh— But— Really?
—Oh is— She— Um— Yeah?— Oh— Well
Oh— Really? —Yeah —Umm— Uh— I— Eh
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
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/ ( ( \
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( yeah )
CHILD
ride
Ride the rails
///
they gonna start in again with the lynching
and ****** in the jails
(/)
hear the little girl
Telling her boyfriend
That she's So Sorry!
( & won't he come back again )
;;;;
Amid the real suffering
She seems like she's lost her head
)?(
!
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!
Oh my dear children
You are so condemned
To a life of bread and water
And a metal bed
////// ~~~~~~~ //////
The chance for love is NOW
& it won't come back again
•
•
•
soft seed
Our love
So deep the soil
and we pray for water
It don't matter none
These love games
We live or die together
( and " together "
Is
Surely what we ain't )
;;;
YOU BE SMELLING
WHAT IM STEPPING IN ?
( ehh ?? )
•
So dear children
You know what to do
And you know you better
Start doing it real soon
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
i know i start things in fragments
or in the middle of a sentence
beginning with "so" or "but" or "and"
i know sometimes i leave things hanging
because some nights i walk out the door still not having
any poems come out of my mouth
and i get in my car and just can't quite figure it out
anything i write anymore is a love poem (oops)
but when i look in your eyes all i can think to say is "i love you," i guess
nothing too poetic
yet the way you say it
is what structures my poems
(it's not that i don't want to speak in stanzas,
but take it as a compliment that sometimes your eyes make me dizzy enough not to think straight)
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC